Page 78 of Red Moon Secrets
"Never thought I'd hear conversations like this in mysafehouse," Shay says as she materializes in the room, startling me a bit.
"Neither did I," Chaz says, materializing beside her and offering me a teasing wink. "But then again, Alyssa was always a littlewild."
Everyone chuckles, but I scoff inwardly at the pathetic joke. I was anything but wild. Sheltered, naive, possibly stupid—not wild, though.
Mom clears her throat as she swallows a knot—possibly a wad of pride. "Shay—thanks—for all of this."
Shay looks at me and smiles, and then she lowers the stretch of her grin before facing my mother. "I've loved that girl for too long to let our problems get in the way of her safety. I'm still—confused by some of the madness, but we'll face it together."
They share a silent moment, possibly exchanging a wordless truce. Chaz bores and plops down on the other side of me.
"Now we just need to knowwhowe're facing."
"The woman in white," Kane mumbles, thinking back to the small girl who has haunted his every thought.
"Sierra and I are going to go out tonight, see if we can sniff out anything that could be tracking us," Amy interjects, being unusually helpful for a change.
Kane stays lost in thought, never even hearing her, so she looks to Dray to make sure he heard her.
"I'll come with you. In case you have any problems," Chaz says, letting his devilish grin quirk up.
Oh. My. God. Did he seriously just flirt with her?
Amy rolls her eyes, though I swear she's secretly struggling not to smile.
"Last I checked, lycans are a little more badass than dusters. We'll be fine."
Chaz leans forward, eyes narrowed in challenge, and lips curved in a flirting grin.
"You have no idea how badass I can be."
Yep. He's flirting. Definitely flirting. We're not friends anymore. Nope.
Amy smirks as she leans forward, letting a feral gleam coat her eyes before they spark orange. "I'm not impressed by boys who fart glitter."
Several spurts of laughter spill free, but Chaz takes it well, shaking his head as he chuckles, too. He doesn't really fart glitter—I don't think.
Amy's smirk turns into a genuine grin, and I actually think I see a touch of blush on her cheeks. The devil bitch blushes. Unbelievable.
Dice's eyes widen as his laughter halts. "The woman in white," he says urgently, causing all of our laughter to taper off in response. "It's the imposter who is pretending to be Calypso."
He acts as though he has had a stroke of genius. Instead of being met with praise or gasps of realization, he's met with groans of exasperation.
"What?" he asks as the majority of the room gawks at him.
"Really?" Sierra says while settling down onto Deke's lap. "You don't think that's thefirstperson we would have suspected."
Dice frowns as he glances around at all the eye rolls. Mom decides to elaborate for the clueless incubus.
"Frankie has stayed at the light council since we discovered there was an imposter. He hasn't let her out of his sight. You can vaporize to move around inside the council dwelling, but you can't vaporize yourself from inside to outside or from outside to inside. You have to walk in or out. She's a part of this, but she's not the leader."
Dice curses quietly while pacing, apparently trying to think. That's scary—Dice thinking.
"Why can't you go speak with the light council? Turn her in? Expose the bitch?" he finally says, rushing the words out.
"Because we don't need thewoman in whiteand her minions to know Calypso is alive and well," Drackus says, pulling Mom closer. "They most likely know she escaped, but as long as she's not there, they probably think she's dead, hurt, or lost. That gives us the upper hand because they can take their time, pace themselves, be cautious. If we rush them, the whole damn thing could blow all to hell—quite literally. We have no idea what power they have, but it's a lot. A hell of a lot."
Before Dice can say anything, a body starts materializing. I tense, terrified it's about to be Gage, and Kane stands, ready to fight. I grab him, but he relaxes when we see the brilliantly blond hair attached to a familiar face.
